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3AM In The Yams (feat. 1900Rugrat)

BAK Jay/1900Rugrathuatong
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Hey yo, Shep!

Damn, Finn!

Alright

Bro, wanna have shit, I wanna have two

I got a special bullet for Qlu

Niggas talk s**t when I'm not in the room

Call them threes at 11, they spend it by noon

Fuck a b***h good, make her throw up the same

If she hoppin' this V, can't be duckin' the red

If she ain't givin' neck, I ain't leavin' the chest

Spin the block at the party, tryna hit up the wrist

Make a b***h think I want her, next day I'm a goner

That's just who I am

I tell her bad, but this ain't no street s**t

Whatever we want, we can put it on camera

Forever gon' scream for the guys out the jail

High off the beams, spit the lean in the lamp

Goin' back to the scene, ain't no witness was found

Can't get her ass, make him give me a crown

Yeah, biz is deferred, but I'm still posted up on the third

Used to be broke, Obama, I pop out clean

Still posted up with a dirty belt

If it's go too much, they can't come back

Better hang up my jersey

They can't find nobody

It's been two months, they bout to quit that search

Put them broke, broke, fuck, break and break

We used to split the purse

Just tucked down, show me to the plank

I be quick to purse you

I'm in a big body, yours

Cuttin' off like I was doin' surgery

I'm here muttin' this b***h

Might f*ck around, I had to pull the emergency

This a real life, for real

No, I ain't cap out s**t while I'm quick with these verses

Fuck around, we still be givin' out hurts

We the reason they ass keep gettin' that church

We put they ass in the spitter so much

I won't be surprised they know I'm nervous

Them young niggas jumped out for me cause so much

I don't know why they mention that s**t in them verses

Purse kicked in, I bounce out the b***h with my diamonds on

That's a rap n***a skeet up, low-key he ain't even know

We on side his own, creep up on his ass and he freeze up

Ice in the blitz, man, watch Harry moving up

Runnin' this s**t like he f****d out the real

Get caught in the mix while they choppin' this teal meal

Dumpin', you the next n***a we crease up

Bro, wanna have shit, I wanna have two

I got a special, a bullet for Qlu

Niggas talk s**t when I'm not in the room

Caught them threes at 11, they spin it by noon

Fuck a b***h good, make her throw up the set

If you hop in this V, can't be dunkin' the red

If she ain't givin' neck, I ain't leavin' the chest

Spin the block at the party, tryna hit up the wrist

Make a b***h think I want her, next day I'm a goner

This is who I am

I tell her back, but this ain't no street s**t

Whatever we want, we can put it on count

Forever gon' scream for the guys out the gym

High off a bitch, put the lean in the lamp

Goin' back to the scene, ain't no weakness was found

King of the house, make him give me a crown

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